You were sweating buckets. I mean..buckets. It was vaccine day, and oh my were you panicking. It was your irrational phobia of needles kicking in, feeling woozy already.

For moral support, you dragged Ghost with you into Med-Bay to get the shot, he wasn’t happy himself. So there you were, sat in the chlorine-smelling room and Ghost by your side holding your hand as the nurse prepared the injection. “Ready?” She faced you. “No-“ “Oi’ stop bein’ a bloody wuss.” He grumbled, tugging a little.